LOGIN(Ryan’s POV)
For the first time in a long time, I felt something other than indifference as I stepped into my office. I had never cared much about my daily routine…meetings, reports, contracts, and the usual monotony of work. But today was different. Today marked the beginning of Aurora’s internship.
I wasn’t sure why, but the thought of having h
(Author’s POV)The silence that followed Owen’s last words was thick, almost suffocating. Kemal sat still, shoulders slumped, his confession hanging in the air like a wound that had been cut open and left exposed. Owen didn’t rush him. Years of running empires had taught Owen that sometimes silence was sharper than interrogation.Finally, Owen spoke again, his voice calm, controlled, but carrying authority that left no room for evasion.“How did you know Ivy is your daughter?” Owen asked. Kemal lifted his head slowly. His eyes were red, not from tears alone but from the weight of fifteen years of restraint finally cracking.“After I walked away from her mother,” Kemal began.“I
(Owen's POV)Kemal was seated in front of me. His body slouched as if the entire weight of the world rested on him, and anyone could see how much he regretted his past mistakes just by looking into his tear-filled eyes that dared not spill.“She started keeping bad company,” Kemal said.“People who partied endlessly. Alcohol. Drugs. Boys with money but no direction. I was often away, and when I wasn’t, she became someone I didn’t recognize”.“One night, I went to her apartment unannounced. I wanted to surprise her. To talk. To fix things” His hands trembled slightly now.My expression hardened.“She was drunk,&rdquo
(Owen’s POV)My office was wrapped in its usual aura of quiet authority, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, muted steel and wood tones, the steady hum of power that came with control and precision. I was sitting behind my desk, sleeves rolled up slightly, eyes focused on the contract glowing on my tablet. Numbers, clauses, timelines, things I could command effortlessly.The soft knock at the door barely registered at first.“Come in” I said without looking up.“Sir, there’s a gentleman in the reception who’s asking to meet you” My assistant stepped inside, posture straight, expression professional.“Does he have an appointment?” I finally looked up.
(Author’s POV)By the time evening settled in, the sky outside the mansion had turned a soft shade of orange fading into dusky blue.Elara stood near the door, adjusting her bag over her shoulder while Aurora walked her out. Ivy hovered a few steps behind, her fingers twisting together, hesitant, but not anxious like before.“I’ll come again,” Elara said warmly, looking between the two of them.“And next time, Ivy, you have to tell me the ending of the novel”.“I will” Ivy smiled shyly. Elara smiled back, genuinely pleased.“You’re doing amazing” She then squeezed Aurora into a brief hug, whispering.
(Author’s POV)After breakfast, the Skylar mansion slowly returned to its usual rhythm.Owen and Ryan were the first to leave, already dressed in their tailored suits. They kissed Aurora gently, forehead, cheek before heading out to the office, reminding her to call if she needed anything.Ian followed soon after, grumbling dramatically about college while still managing to steal a hug from Aurora before rushing out. Asher lingered the longest, brushing a brief kiss against Aurora’s temple before leaving to meet his manager.Once the front doors closed, the mansion felt quieter but not empty.Aurora walked back to her room to check on Ivy. The girl sat curled up on the bed, legs folded beneath her, completel
(Author’s POV)Morning arrived softly.Pale sunlight filtered through the curtains of Asher’s room, brushing over tangled sheets and quiet breaths. Aurora stirred first, nestled against Asher’s chest, his arm heavy and warm around her waist. For a moment she lay still, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling the calm that only came after a night where emotions had finally settled instead of fought.She smiled to herself.Asher shifted slightly, his fingers tightening instinctively at her waist, as if even in sleep he was afraid she might slip away. When his eyes finally opened, still hazy with rest, they softened instantly at the sight of her.“Morning” He murmured, voice low and
(Author’s POV)Owen’s frustration had only grown throughout the day. Every meeting, every report, and every single conversation at the office had been filled with irritation, his patience running razor-thin.
(Owen’s POV)My eyes fluttered open to the soft glow of the early morning sun streaming through the curtains. I blinked a few times, my mind still foggy, trying to piece together where I was. The unfamiliar warmth
(Aurora’s POV)I gave a few final instructions to the maids regarding the evening preparations after lunch. As I exited the kitchen to head back to my room, faint voices caught my attention. I paused, tilting my h
(Aurora’s POV)Owen sat on the ground, his body trembling as he wept. The weight of his emotions had completely broken him. I had been silently watching him from a distance, and couldn't bear to see him like this







